Word: come
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Among the many men whom the Union plans to invite to speak this year is Don Marquis of New York. Last fall Christopher Morley delivered a very amusing address to a full house and he suggested Mr. Marquis for this fall. A. A. Milne may come to this country sometime during the winter. Actors, playwrights and dramatic critics have spoken at luncheons heretofore although last year none appeared on the Union rostrum. This year St. John Ervine, the distinguished English critic who is gracing the pages of the New York World for a few months, may be present. An invitation...
...English] are ... a degenerate race suffering from disturbed nerve centres? We have come to realize that tea-drinking is definitely refreshing, exhilarating and harmless. . . . Alcohol is the most expensive drink in America today and tea the cheapest. .' . . The stimulating effects . . . will go a long way toward staying the taste for alcohol...
Perturbed would be a U. S. businessman, professor, poet, soldier or statesman, if President Coolidge said to him: "Please write the sentence 'Now is the time for all good men to. come to the aid of the party' in Arabic characters...
...express his ideas to his fellows, and as he pantomimed with his hands his tongue would follow suit.* But as he came to occupy his hands more and more in his crafts he would have to rely more on gestures of the face, tongue and lips. Then it would come about that pantomime action would be recognized by sound as well as sight. Speech was thus born...
Over the fields a stranger approached. She shaded her eyes with a hand and saw that he wore a black frock coat. His walk was diffident as well as awkward. She waited for him to come close. And her eyes widened as the ill forecast of his roundabout phrases became intelligible. Her brother, the great, the famed, the honorable, the revered Dr. Hideyo Noguchi was dead. She put her hands to her face and cried. Her spade fell over into the clods...